[Asura]

I need no protection, sir. I will deal with the malignant maggot myself.

And I believe the man in crimson is asking you a question.

[Hermes]

And I do believe I answered it.

Who said you required protection? I just want to see their face, that last look of horror, as their skull cracks, and they realize, every moment of their pitiful life was but a spec under my boot, a waste.

[Funkduder]

Oh I see. Than I may have to leave you for a moment while I retrieve a bottle of poison....and perhaps some sort of a strangth enhancement...no that will get in the way.

[Asura]

*eyes narrow until they are but bare slits of crimson*

I look upon such things with distaste.
But if you require them to provide you with an edge, then by all means.

[Hermes]

We want to see a good fight, not where some fool tries to get a quick blow with a poisoned dart and then run away on enhanced legs.

Look at that, I said fool. Huh...

[Funkduder]

Who said that I would use them. I am still in debt to the queen and where business is, I would follow. I would keep the andidotes in the same bottle case as the poisons. Gwa ha ha ha.

[Espy]

Not really wanting to spar Funk again, no offense meant.

[Hermes]

Would make sense, as you two have already done battle.

[Espy]

Can someone stick me in the seventh slot? Or do we have to go in order? I might miss out b/c of eating dinner...

[Asura]

*waves hand in boredom*

I have no interest in seeing a battle repeated. There is nothing interesting in seeing the tired old dance of two who already know each other's moves.

Fox, if you would like to join, send me a statement of your will (a PM) and I will oblige your request.

[Hermes]

I will glad to see Espy fight again. She is a fierce warrior, Asura. Beautiful in battle. Fancies trickery, though...

[Asura]

As long as it is not trickery of the magical sort, I will be glad to see this battle.

[Hermes]

Anything but. I've yet to see her use any -noticeable- magic.

[Funkduder]

Knowing Espy, she probably picked a few tricks up from Durzo Blint, the Night Angel.

[Asura]

The third set of fools has been decided.

I hope you keep your wits about you. The gains of my chosen warrior far outstrips the meager winnings of a pairing. And my warrior will not necessarily be from the winning pair.

As I said, there is no room for mercy and friendship in my world.

[Espy]

-hoping- to be against a Loyalist, for the pure sake of being able to have murderous intent.